“No one is going to see my ass besides my men,” I breathe out, and I’m getting so wet the dampness is starting to coat my thighs.
He lets go of me, and I hear him take a deep breath before murmuring, “Fuck.” He takes the tattoo gun and commands, “Now, stay still like a good girl.”
It stings a bit, but it’s even less than the tattoo on my forearm. The sting, his hands on my ass and thighs, me laying there naked—all of it makes me so fucking horny and wet, I bet I’m dripping on the table.
It takes half an hour before he finally finishes, saying, “Done.”
He wipes my ass with a cloth, applies cream, then removes his gloves before standing.
“Can I see?” I ask, but he pulls me down the surface by my ankles until only my upper body is lying on it. He unbuckles his jeans, and when I look back, he has pulled his huge cock out, already hard for me.
“You can look at it later. I need to fuck this pretty pussy now, or I’ll lose it,” he grunts out. “Let’s see if you can take me like this,” he says before his head nudges my entrance.
He pushes in slowly, and I moan, gripping the table as he fills me, pushing in inch by inch, stretching me so fucking good. Each of his piercings entering me and me being on my stomach makes them rub against my G-spot.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
“Xander,” I say on a whimper, and he stops immediately.
“Is it too much? Am I hurting you?” he asks, his voice filled with gentleness as he strokes my thigh.
I press back against him, “No, please, I need all of you.” I pant, craving the absolute stretch.
“Oh, I’m going to give you all of me,” he promises, pushing in again until I feel his pelvis press against me. “Fuck, you haveno idea how incredible you feel, so tight, wet, and warm.” He leans down to kiss my spine, squeezing my thighs as he starts thrusting slowly before slamming into me.
I let out a small yelp, and he hisses through his teeth at the way my pussy clenches around him.
“OhDio,” I breathe out, feeling utterly filled, but it’s indescribably good.
“My good girl, taking me so well,” he grunts out, grabbing my ass cheek under the new tattoo and squeezing it, causing a mix of pain and pleasure. I hiss, my whole body quaking.
“Fuck.” He groans, and his hand travels to where we’re connected, gathering some of my wetness before circling my asshole with his thumb, never halting his rhythm. “I’d love to fuck you here, but I might be too much for your first time. Maybe Clay could take that honor.” The thought of Clay fucking my ass causes me to clench down on him again. “You like that idea?” he teases, pushing a finger gently into me, making me grip the table tighter, gasping. He pushes in further, and initially, it’s a sharp pain, but it soon morphs into an intense pleasure. I can’t help but moan. “Mm… taking my cock and my finger, look at you,” he admires before pushing a second finger into my ass.
“Holy,” I shout, feeling stretched to the limit with him in both my holes.
He leans down, whispering next to my ear. “This could be Josh and Clay, fucking both of your holes at the same time while you suck my cock.” Overwhelmed, I can only whimper, lost in the sensation of being completely full. “I am sorry, pumpkin, but I need to fuck you hard and fast now. I can’t take this torture any longer,” he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder blade.
He pulls his fingers out of my ass and tugs me even farther down the table until I’m positioned perfectly against it. He pulls both of my wrists behind my back, holding them there with one hand, starting to thrust again. He pounds into me, taking mehard and fast as he told me he would, and I am lost in the sensations.
The paper rubs against my nipples every time he slams into me, pushing me forward, the edge of the table pressing into my thighs. The pleasure overrides any pain or discomfort.
I’m desperate to touch him, but with my arms bound, I am at his mercy.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he praises.
It’s intense, and all I can do is surrender to the pleasure.
Xander’s left hand finds my clit, circling it. “I’m so fucking close, but I need you to come first, Car…” he grunts out, but he hasn’t even finished saying my name, and I am already shaking with my release.
I am so fucking worked up that just a few swipes from his finger have pushed me over the edge. He slips his fingers from my wetness, my legs shaking. Then, with a few more short, deep pumps, he grips my hips back against him, driving in so far there is no space between us, his hips grinding against me as he fills me with his warm cum.
He moans contentedly, showering my back with affectionate kisses. “Stay still,” he instructs as he pulls out of me.
I try to catch my breath, but after a minute of him being silent, I glance back to see him taking a photo. “Xander!” I shout.
“You’re absolutely stunning, pumpkin,” he praises, walking over to show me the picture.
My pussy is on full display, his cum is dripping out of me, and there, on the top of my right ass cheek, is my new tattoo. It readsGood Girlin a delicate script.
